The fact that I'm enjoying my work a lot more helps. It's that same core of despair that never goes away but there are so many really good things to be done these days, and ways of passing the time in an enjoyable manner, that I don't dwell on it too much. 'So, I guess I can't be that miserable at the moment - but I am, really.

'I think, word-wise, there are only two songs on the new album that are miserable,' he allows, when pressed. 'I'm still miserable overall.') While the singer insists he's as glum as ever, he hardly looks it, and fellow band members cock slightly disbelieving eyebrows in his direction when he asserts his wretchedness. People think we're supposed to be leaders of some sort of 'gloom movement.' I could sit and write gloomy songs all day long, but I just don't see the point.'īob Smith's actually a more-or-less happy guy these days.

'It's so out of character - very optimistic and really out there in happy land. ''Friday I'm in Love' is a dumb pop song, but it's quite excellent actually, because it's so absurd,' says Robert with a shy grin. 'I don't care if Monday's blue, Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too / Thursday, I don't care about you / It's Friday, I'm in love / Monday, you could fall apart / Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart / Thursday, doesn't even start / It's Friday, I'm in love.' Make up like Bozo's evil twin, he capers around the stage at Dodger Stadium, spreading the gospel of angst to the masses, and later drowns his copious sorrows in copious pints of beer. Doyen of melancholy for a million suburban simps - all of them equally misunderstood. You know Robert Smith: misery's poster boy, weepy-eyed, tousle-haired singer for the Cure.

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